My Dad happened to breeze in this Saturday morning to borrow something to use at the Nixon house. I sent him out to the garage to get it while I put on my shoes to help him. As I attempted to follow him out the laundry room door I realized we had a problem. I couldn’t get the door handle to turn!!! It was totally stuck. No amount of jiggling would get it moving again. I totally blamed it on my Dad and said that he broke our door.
J In truth, there had been an episode just the day before where and I had gone out with Landen and almost couldn’t get the door back open to get in the house. I was about to put Landen on the lawn and crawl through Nala’s doggie door when the knob finally turned. I thought it was a weird fluke until it totally locked up the next day. After taking the knob apart and applying some force, we finally got the stuck piece to let go. Before putting it back to together we lubricated it hoping that would keep it from sticking, but it was still hanging up. We decided to just buy a new knob and not have to worry about it anymore.
We had to remove the whole knob to get it unstuck! Dang thing.
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